Between the lines of Poetry Soup
Lies partly hidden the real scoop
Poets with emotion’s overflow
Spillage of which, they do not know
Leaks between lines of what they write
Discerning souls, bring them to light
Fellow poets with the same disease
Wanting to love, wanting to please
Can read between the lines so fair
And see love affairs recorded there
And secrets longings all scream out
Though unstated, there is no doubt
Which poet is in love with whom
Which affair is destined to bloom
Clear to read Love’s Richter scale
The in between codes, never fail
Poems present and poems past
Love or friendship, which will last?
Terms of endearment, every one
Is a love song that can not be sung
Between the lines, you can’t deny
Is where love affairs are flying high
For we are poets one and all
Programmed, it seems, in love to fall…
With people whose words do ignite
Who caress the soul with sheer delight
Chorus:
Between the lines
Between the lines
The love is there
Between the lines
The long standing and hidden pain
The hints of a love gone insane
Between the lines
Between the lines
YOUR love is there
Between the lines.
Eileen Manassian Ghali

A different time, a different place
A different life and different face
Different wants and different needs
Different values and different creeds
Different Pomp and Circumstance
Different songs and different dance
Different likes and different hate
Different foods on different plate
A different boat on a different sea
A different you and a different me

By Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian0
(18th February 2012 nite at Kentucky shack on colva beach)
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails.
I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets.
Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails.
Cheers……………………………

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down,
Over and over, you’ll be found,
How many times will I just pray,
For all your pain to go away,
For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.
How many days go quickly bye,
How many birds sing when they cry,
How many cherubs fight for you,
How many angels dance the blues,
How many demons tried to take,
How many stripes for our mistakes,
How many times could I confess,
I never loved you any less
I never loved you any less.
How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down
Over and over, you’ll be found’
how many times will I just pray,
for all your pain to go away,
For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For DRS

A PBS SPECIAL: IF AS SUNG BY BREAD
Mm mm, if I had a sweet tooth,
I think I would be sugar proof.
A cake would be nice
to satisfy this appetite.
Sweet rolls are in the stove.
Let me turn my music on.
I must send a wavelength
to the cook.
She or he will prepare bread,
if his or her mood is good.
I am mill in here.
I am self-rising flour dear…
Oh, she hears.
Greetings darling!
Hello Mill, she is retrieving me.
I am about to be intensified.
Oh, she coming back for me now.
Sweetbread she will behold in her eyes.
Many desserts to come,
he has joined, shouted Mill and Self-Rising Flour.
_______________________________________/
Sponsor: Seren Roberts
Contest Name: "IF" as sung by Bread - write me a masterpiece
Entry Date: March 29, 2014
Date Written: March 29, 2014

Dragging, lagging down this road,
Many things I was never told,
Stumble, tumble to the ground,
Looked up and saw no one was around,
Scraped and bruised... on both knees,
Begging for this disease to seize,
One more breath before I break,
When suddenly I realize You died for my sake,
When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
Speaking out “this is not your fight”
“ I died to fill your life with might”
Holes in souls are hard to bare,
Especially when your scars are there,
Hearts that plead to overflow,
Sometimes bleed and cannot let go,
But through the madness and through the times,
There is only one name that comes to my mind,
Nails that sacrificed for our greater good,
Can relate to my deaths even if He was misunderstood,
When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
Speaking out “this is not your fight”
This is not your fight,
This is not your fight.
BY:
Sabina Nicole

Sad news today, February 6th in our year 2011
To "The Great Gig in the Sky" sell out in Heaven
My favourite blues rock guitarist, Mr Irish Gary Moore
Joins the "Midnight Blues, "Too Tired" no more will he tour
At fourteen years of age he received his first guitar
Like many budding rockers aspirations to be a rock star
The Beatles, Elvis Presley and the amazing Albert King
Heavily influenced this left hander, who made his right hand sing
As he grew past his teens, the genre he'd enter would mean
The likes of John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and Hendrix, now he's seen
Blues Rock it was to be, when Peter Green caught his ear
If you grew up with this maestro, you'll know his career
It started way back, way back in 1969
Skid Row, from Dublin he joined, as the music industry would find
This is where his association began, with Lynott, bassist extraordinaire
Many nights sharing the blues, this two Irishmen would share
His solo career just grew and grew, then into Thin Lizzy he would blend
Sharing the Black Rose stage with Phil his Irish friend
The blues became his life, with two Albert's who'd share his stage
Guesting with his 'Midnight Blues Band' many a jam they would engage
I now close my humble tribute, for he'll always be in my heart
On this day in Estepona, Spain, my hero in final depart
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-5.php

the storm is gone mountains have passed tears darken no more alas God sowed the gracious heart beating again happiness always on the wind flowers become a forever crown seeing love flowing down returning to the land longed for together we love on the golden shore

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.
I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?
Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.
Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.
Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
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...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........

Some waves wait for a sign from our moon;
The silver line will touch the cold room
Ready to move a night of special kind,
Trying to tame the cruel sea behind;
As they would catch in the same ring,
In which the human spirit may sing
The lyrics of the solitary golden rain,
While night is pulling the stars`train.
White waves’ struggle may retrieve
New hope for you to be ready to leave.
And so, tomorrow`s song of loud tone,
May find that man that speaks alone
And love that rows the invisible little boat,
With wretched birds of chattering note;
But on the heights,if hope`s sapphire is sad
While walking on the mountain red,
The dreams learn fly in the pure air:
As place, this heart, this times my dear.

My every eye contact is a rhythm of a lovely song
the melody continuously in play, all life long.
Images of my ego, in black and white I submit
settling in your sweet zone, no need for residence permit.
Having a long shower with the morning dew
shows anything is enough if it is from you.
Your braids, scents and gestures won’t let me be
sparking up fireworks, putting the mind in constant glee.
My lust of you, the cover of my soul’s book
up the stairs to a romantic anointing we already took.
Presenting a package of experience with a diamond surface
adulterated by paparazzi is the first line of our preface.
A male nanny becomes the best when you’re in pains
without uniforms, I’ll for you bring down the rains.
A vacuum of decency from our folded bodies isn’t illicit
to our erotic stunts the world of the wild will solicit.
Even in the verge of a break up, against tabloids our hearts kiss
putting into rewind, the motion pictures of our bliss.
The sweetness of this private lust evolving day after day
the effect of our public essence yet still making hay.

I believe in love,
Not in you
You've hurt a lot of people
That's something no superhero would do
Wimpy attempts prove one thing
You're desire for my love has no honesty
Did your time
Escaped your grind
Whatever is left behind
A toy maker can fix and polish to shine

I can hear my muse breathe and sigh;
I just listen and don't ask why.
her touch feels like a magic fire
and it's forever there to inspire.
she visits me in the cool of the morn
by the brooks where I was born.
there she reveals her creative powers
where I await among the leafy bowers.
among the bowers by the brooks
beyond the hamlet and ruined rooks
I write all day for my daily muse,
for if I write she'll ne'er refuse:
she'll be my muse until I'm dead,
when my poems will be widely read.

Even my mind not stilled by silence
my thoughts outraged with hurt and hate
as Im dumbfounded with confusion
leaving the cause to no debate,
I cannot tell you what is wrong
to tell you means I'd have to trust,
and my heart no longer feels willing,
beating only cause it must.
I feel a dead man live my life
I see his cold abandoned heart,
I hear his agonising cries
as he is torn more apart,
knowing no peace, no rest I find
having no comfort, stuck in a bind
a vagabond, alone in his life
Ive been cut off, betrayal was the knife.
awaiting death, and still much worse
my whole life upon this earth
seems like a scheme to take my worth
and bring me to nothing,
such is my curse
and i fear the effects
may never reverse
and make believe that I am cursed.
the way I feel too great for words
too great to bear such constant hurt
my soul depressed and left prostrate
before God to help, I hope it works. . .

“Through this world I’ve stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive”
I know these feeling, I’ve lived them well
In a world WHERE I could never tell,
I was once captured, they held me down
For many years I thought I’d never be found
Betrayal birthed roots that PRODUCED bad fruit
Denial hid behind smiles that bread life trials
But a burning hope, and flickering light
Lived inside, I just needed it to ignite
Perfect love, the only cure
To give me new wings and make me sore
I now can be still in words that are true
Unraveled deception, a restful view
Your words are serene, killing off the machine
I am embracing a life that I’ve never seen.
Sarah Mclachlan - Possession lyrics

Lovely lacy writes what she knows
Her angelic voice continually flows
Reaching from past pain, darkness and despair
Restoring others faith with lyrics that are quite rare
Forgiveness and mercy dances on the stage
As the destiny healer writes with prophetic sage
Metal of angels, psalms of the redeemed
When delicate matters are uttered they just glisten and glean
Atmosphere changers
Silences all strangers
Environment alterations
With Warmth and supplication
Radiating spiritual peace
While chaining former raging beasts
Gifts of sunrises echo through
All this woman seems to do.
Band "Flyleaf"

Almond blossom, not amaryllis...
sweetness against pridefulness.
Say it with some intense feeling...
seek that flower expressing loving.
Almond blossom or lemon blossom...
revering love with an incredible charm.
Childness must not be unfaithfulness...
feel the sublimest joy of blessedness.
There are sweet memories with a primrose...
be captivated by a cheerful, delicate pink rose.
Almond blossom over a bunch of beauties...
you wouldn't let your choice ruin possibilities.
Oh, did you forget about the white water lily?
You may need it for truthfulness and fidelity.

The limbo dancer, he so slim!
I think I might just fancy him!
His back so supple, his skin like brass …
But best of all is his little round ass!
Aaahh … limbo dancer! Limbo dancer, limbo for me …
Aaahh … limbo dancer! Limbo dancer, limbo for me!
The ladies love to see him perform!
That man can really limbo a storm!
They wonder just how low he can go …
Me, I don’t wonder … I already know!
Aaahh … limbo dancer! Limbo dancer limbo’s for me.
Aaahh … limbo dancer! Limbo dancer limbo’s for me!
This is a calypso rhythm.

After all the fussing, fighting and talking
Up all night, with these floors I've been walking
You come in late once again last night
It looks like you had a real good time
Guess I'm 'bout to ruin a real good day
Party's over I've got somethin' to say
Yeah, I'm gone for good now get outta my way
There ain't nothin' you can do to make me stay
Don't try to stop me now I gotta go
But just in case you didn't know
How can you expect me to love you
When, darlin', you know I can't trust you
Baby, love can't live on alibies
Didn't your mama teach you not to lie
Guess I ruined a real good day
Party's over I got somethin' to say
Yeah, I'm gone for good now get outta my way
There ain't nothin' you can do to make me stay
Don't try to stop me now I gotta go
But just in case you raelly didn'tknow
I know all about your pretty little friends
And I'm sick to death of lies that never end
I guess I ruined a real good day
Party's over now I got somethin' to say
Yeah, I'm gone for good this time get outta my way
And there ain't a thang you can do to make me stay
Baby, someday when you're sober
Maybe you'll regret it but for now the party's over

Take my hand, darlin’ come with me
Back to the way it used to be
Before troubles of this old world
Made me forget I was your girl
Let’s go back to a simpler time
When I was yours and you were mine
Together we can surely find
The love that we have left behind
Chorus:
Together forever
Our love we must treasure
Rebuild it, don’t kill it
I know you still feel it
Take my hand
Rebuild our love just wait and see
To the way that it used to be
Filled with happiness and trust
It is still there if we could just
Get to the way it was before
When each other we did adore
We can fall in love once again
Be so in love like we were then
Chorus:
Together forever
Our love we must treasure
Rebuild it, don’t kill it
I know you still feel it
Take my hand
Oh, oh, oh
Take my hand

“Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.”
Refresh your treasures, through springs that flourish and endless fountains,
My heart has searched for you for hours,
To smell your skin is as though I have fallen into a garden of everlasting flowers,
With eyes that pierce the depths of my soul,
Your love has truly fashioned me whole,
Yearning to awaken our deepest desires,
Yet, cherishing the journey, before we evoke this blazing fire,
My dearest love, spotless and pure,
It is your presence that allows my spirit to sore,
Your crimson lips rest softly, while welcoming my embrace,
Like the finest rose in springtime you rejuvenate this place,
A neck no other could ever compose,
Every part of you is perfection; my love for you simply flows,
I rejoice in knowing, that just like the promise of the evening moon,
You are my darling bride and I am your humble groom.
written:11-15-11
By: Sabina Nicole

Music, music sets me free,
It lets me be who I want to be,
Lyrics, lyrics can lead to misery,
It makes me want to bleed,
Music, music makes me scream,
It scares the living soul out of me,
Lyrics, transform thoughts to actions,
It puts me in a tight contraption,
Music, soothes the soul,
It can also take a toll,
Lyrics, could make you cry,
It could make you want to die,
Music could make you feel worthless,
It could make everything feel worth it,
Lyrics, could lift you up,
It could also bring you down,
Music, can make you frown,
It could make you act like a clown,
Lyrics and music will always be around.

It sloped like the hillock
Where I played as a boy
Then curved to a pillow
Of round contoured joy
It was poetry in motion
A rare joy to behold
A promise of mystery
And pleasures untold.
But like art on the wall
Of the world's best museums
Best viewed from afar
The stuff of poetry and dreams

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands
Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure
A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer
Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am
Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride
Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends
Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too
In Loving Memory
of
John Denver { 1943 -1997 }
Soar My Feathered Friend
{ R.I.P. }

Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?
We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal,
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!
Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility.
We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!
Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!
We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!
Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word!
We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!

Forgive me! I'm here in my pled. I'm here on my hands and knees
yelling out to the world. I was wrong, I don't know what I was thinking
that was back then. I'm sorry I rather lose my life then to lose a friend.
You best believe just forgive me
this is my shout out to you, for you to listen to what I have to say
. I'm done and I'm not going to walk away
never again b/c its hard on me to think I just lost a friend.

Music is poems with notes set to sing.
Whatever the words, emotions to bring.
Some sad songs can really bring you down.
Listen to some blues, to keep your frown.
Other times it's fun acting like a clown.
Stay low for so long, then come back around.
Now most poets tend to call their work songs.
Whether or not, I just want to belong.
Rhyming with timing and verse set to meter.
Has to make sense, or I'll call you a cheater.
I cannot write any notes, to music anyway.
I can write poems, if you listen to what I say.
Rhyming with timing without any reason.
Is hard on my brain in any one season.
Although all the old poems are considered better.
A new one by chance may strike on this letter.

When I sing
I sing for Him
When I rise
I rise for Him
When I bow
I bow for Him
When I seek
I seek for Him
When I ask
I ask for Him
When I shine
I shine for Him
When I crumble
I crumble for Him
When I yearn
I yearn for Him
Tribute To
The
Father Son
And
Holy Spirit
{Amen}
Maybe Gospel Song
Let Me Know
Thanks Love
Kathy & Jenny

If I made a wish or
If I wanted to pray
This is what I’d ask for.
This is what I’d say:
Give us the seasons
The flowers and trees and
A song to share.
May we find peace
And see what the other sees.
We are all of one kind.
I’ll walk in your shoes.
I’ll sing in your key.
Will you sing in mine and
Will you walk with me?
When we’re afraid
We stand on our own
But give me your arm
And we won’t stand alone
As we work together
I’ll try to trust you.
As we seek an answer
Can you trust me too?
Oceans and mountains,
Above us only sky.
The earth is where we live.
We must share it, you and I.
Give us the seasons
The flowers and trees and
A song to share.
May we find peace
And see what the other sees.
We are all of one kind.

This man of mine, never one so divine,
He has touched my heart so many times
Just being with him makes me feel complete,
I enjoy him very much, he is so sweet.
How could I have found him?
Where did he come from?
To have found this man who found me,
Is it a part of a divine plea?
This man of mine so strong, so true
Who loves me in ways I have never knew
He is caring and giving so gentle so endearing
These words I am speaking are not even completing
I love him so, this man of mine
My heart is his, my life entwined
Together with Gods special touch
Bring us happiness hope and trust.
Written by,
Diana Jackson